The Demon Sect.
Three human quasi-emperors and one demon clan quasi-emperor had already arrived, fully prepared.
"Young Mo, are you certain the alien race will only send one quasi-emperor?"
The burly man transformed from Sun Zhantian sat inside the grand hall of the Demon Sect, his voice booming.
Before Mo Tianxiao could speak, Master Tianji, seated across from Sun Zhantian, spoke first. "The quasi-emperors who were attacking the Central Divine Land and the Western Regions have already retreated. It seems they received the news spread by the Demon Sect and are now contemplating their next move."
"That astonishing sword strike from Fellow Daoist Yue back in the day was enough to make the alien race wary. Even if they harbor doubts about what Little Friend Mo has said, they wouldn't dare send too many quasi-emperor powerhouses over. But they definitely won't send just one—a single quasi-emperor wouldn't stand a chance against the combined heritage of the Demon Sect and the Yao Chi Heavenly Palace. My guess is that the alien race will send at least two to three quasi-emperor powerhouses."
Mo Tianxiao gave a slight nod. "Senior's reasoning is sound. Perhaps, besides the quasi-emperors, they'll also bring a good number of Saint-realm experts to ensure nothing goes wrong."
"But one thing's for sure—three quasi-emperors is their limit. Unless they've already seen through our plan, that is. But no one was told about the seclusions of the seniors here, so there's no way they could've gotten wind of it."
"Assuming the worst—that the enemy sends three quasi-emperor powerhouses—we'll have four on our side. As long as we prepare in advance, we can catch them completely off guard. Ideally, we'd wipe them all out. If that's not possible, we should at least take down one."
"Rest assured, Little Friend Mo. We may be old bones, but we're certainly not weaker than those aliens!"
Yue Tianxing looked at Mo Tianxiao with a scrutinizing gaze, his voice firm, showing no fear of the alien quasi-emperors.
"With Senior Yue saying that, this junior is naturally at ease. As for the remaining Saint-realm enemies, leave them to us juniors." Mo Tianxiao said with a smile.
I never thought Elder Nan Mo—famous throughout the Xuanhuang Realm for making my Hao Ran Zheng Qi Sect shine—would actually be the Demon Sect Master in disguise. You really had us righteous cultivators fooled, boy.
Yue Tianxing's tone carried a hint of teasing.
When Mo Tianxiao had first invited him, he hadn't understood what was going on. Since when did the former sect master of his Hao Ran Zheng Qi Sect have ties with the newly appointed Demon Sect Master?
It wasn't until Zhou Muxi explained the situation that he learned the truth: the Elder Nan Mo who had won the Hao Ran Zheng Qi Sect the title of foremost righteous sect and had stirred up the entire Great Zhou Dynasty was actually a demonic cultivator—and the biggest demonic boss in the Demon Province to boot!
That bit of information took him quite a while to process.
"This junior was merely trying to earn a bit of pocket money. I certainly wasn't fooling the righteous cultivators. Senior, please don't overstate things."
Mo Tianxiao said with an air of righteousness, his expression utterly unflinching.
He earned through proper channels, proper means, proper profits. The fans paid willingly—fully justified, legitimate, and legal.
Sure, he was a demonic cultivator, but he had principles and bottom lines.
"Isn't it only natural for my Demon Sect Master to fool you righteous cultivators? What's there to be surprised about?" An Shouchang said matter-of-factly.
"Old An, is any of this your business? I'm talking to Young Mo here—what gives you the right to interrupt?"
Yue Tianxing slapped his palm on the armrest of his chair, glaring irritably at An Shouchang. An Shouchang shot the look right back without backing down.
"What? I need your permission to do whatever I want? Who do you think you are?"
"Hey, hey, hey—stop!"
Seeing the tension escalating between them, Mo Tianxiao quickly cut in.
So this was what Elder An meant by "not getting along"—they sparked fireworks the moment they laid eyes on each other. He wondered what had happened between them in the past.
"The battle is at a critical juncture. Senior Yue, Elder An—whatever grudges the two of you have, just hold them in for now. We can settle it after we've slaughtered the alien race."
"That's right, Tianxing. Put the bigger picture first." Master Tianji chimed in with words of counsel.
Sun Zhantian, lounging nearby, didn't seem to care either way. If a fight broke out, he'd just enjoy the show—he loved both fighting and watching others fight.
"Humph." Yue Tianxing let out a cold snort and said nothing more.
An Shouchang turned his head away too, ignoring Yue Tianxing.
Seeing that, Mo Tianxiao breathed a sigh of relief. "Seniors, please rest for a bit. This junior will go prepare for the Saint-realm battles."
Mo Tianxiao rose and left the grand hall. Spotting Li Yu waiting outside the door, he clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Prepare some spirit wine and spirit fruits for the seniors."
"Yes, Master Mo... uh, Sect Master!"
Li Yu cupped his fists and immediately went to arrange it.
Mo Tianxiao then headed to the Time Pagoda to inform the many Saint-realm cultivators, telling them to be prepared—a tough battle might be coming soon.
"Senior Brother, I want to fight!"
Upon learning the news, Nangong Wan chose to emerge from seclusion on the spot. Over a hundred years, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Saint-realm, only a step away from the Saint King realm. With her strength, she could easily contend with low-level Saint King cultivators.
"Me too! Me too! I'm fighting too! Perfect chance to test out my Annihilation Sword Array with six holy swords!" Su Muxue was positively excited, choosing to join the battle.
Mo Tianxiao swept a glance at her—her cultivation had already stepped into the mid-Saint realm.
"Brother Mo! I'm in!"
"Senior Brother Mo, I'm also in!"
Lin Nannan and Ye Chen both exited seclusion as well. Beyond them, Mo Tianxiao selected another ten Saint King cultivators and ten Saint-realm cultivators, bringing the total to twenty-five Saint-realm fighters.
"Let's leave it at this number for now. As for the rest of you, make sure to conceal yourselves when the battle starts and seize the moment for a lethal strike."
Aside from the First Elder and Aunt Lin, Mo Tianxiao had roused nearly forty Saint-realm cultivators, informing them of the situation in advance.
If they were going to fight, they'd go all out—no letting a single enemy escape.
"Sect Master Mo, rest easy. We demonic cultivators are the best at this sort of thing. Not a single enemy will slip through our fingers!"
"That's right! Those puny aliens—we'll make sure they regret ever coming!"
When it came to underhanded methods, the cultivators of the Demon Province were second to none in viciousness and cunning.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao nodded in satisfaction. He trusted that the cultivators of the Demon Province wouldn't give the enemy any chance to run.
He gave a few more meticulous instructions, especially regarding his junior sisters and the others—sternly emphasizing that their safety came first.
With everything arranged, Mo Tianxiao led the group of Saint-realm cultivators back to the grand hall of the sect to await the enemy's arrival.
Day after day passed, and the atmosphere grew ever more tense.
Seated on the position of Sect Master, Mo Tianxiao quietly opened his character panel.
【Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Saint-realm Peak
Fortune Level: Black
Cultivation Art: Demon Emperor Scripture (Realm Eight)
Magical Artifacts: Nine-Calamity Immortal Source Sword (Fourth Seal), Human Emperor Banner (Impaired)...
Side Professions: Saint-level Alchemist, Saint-level Talisman Master, Saint-level Array Master, Saint-level Artifact Refiner, Puppetry
Secret Arts: Immortal Dao Secret Art · Empty Hand, Immortal Dao Secret Art · Reversal of Yin and Yang, Ungraded Secret Art · Blood Concealment
Techniques & Divine Abilities: Annihilation Fist (True Grade), Roaming Dragon Steps of the Eight Wilds (True Grade), Thousand Swords Net (Dao Grade), Annihilation Sword Array (Saint Grade)
Villain Points: 17,878,567
Fortune Points: 119,000】
"Fortune points are this high? Ah, right—I got a hundred thousand from Master last time."
With all the delays from various matters, Mo Tianxiao had completely forgotten about it.
"Seems like it's time to let one loose..."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
